Disclaimer: Though I keep forgetting to state this little fact, these characters and places don't belong to me. I just enjoy writing little snapshots of their lives, because I'm a nerd, and think too much about them. ^^
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I never expected to really get any, I must say, so I am really, really excited. This particular drabble is dedicated to Kate of Carlay, who wanted to see some Emelan drabbles. I haven't read all of The Circle Opens series, so if it's inaccurate, just give me a shout-out!
He sat in the dirt, cross legged with his Shakkan before him, stroking the small tree. It was like this, in a new place. Rosethorn was off wherever, and Briar was waiting patiently.
Well, waiting.
As he settled there, a new flower caught his attention, and he reached out to it. It was a feisty little thing, and he thought idly that it reminded him of Rosethorn. It took him forever to coax it close, and once it did, it latched it's petals around him, as though it were biting him.
"Hey now!"
He turned his head at the soft laugh behind him, waiting for Rosethorn to kneel and untangle the plant from him.
"It's called a Snapdragon."
Well. That explained it's resemblance to Rosethorn, he thought to himself with a smile.